Life Is Unfair

I lay there dying in my hospital bed, thinking I was going to die alone. I started to cry softly the tears pouring over my cheeks. I knew I only had maybe an hour left. I could feel life leaking out of my body.

When I found out I was going to die of Cancer, I didn't fight it. I had nobody to fight for, I had no family I had grown up in a damned orphanage, alone, for life.

The nurse came in to check on me again, she knew I was going to die and she knew there was nothing she could do about it. "Don't bother," I said curtly. "I know I'm going to die, I can feel it coming." She looked horrified, sick, sad and pained all at the same time, something I didn't know was possible. I wondered how she did it.

She left the room quietly and I went back to staring at the wall. I was going to die alone. My mother would not cry over my cold, dead body, my father would not try to console her even while he, himself was crying inside, my husband wouldn't fall to pieces over me. I. Was. Alone. In every way humanly possible.

I looked over my life, growing up in the orphanage, getting my own apartment ready to really start living, being diagnosed with Cancer, my life hitting rock bottom. I was 23 years old and I had no family, no best friend, no boyfriend, no life. My only accomplishment was reading as many books as possible. I'd read everything from Twilight, to Anne Frank, to Wuthering Heights. And that pretty much sums up my life.

I glance towards the door when I hear footsteps, a man is walking by. Feeling my stare he stops and glances into my room, our eyes connect. And I suddenly know that this is the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. He stares at me for a moment before stepping into my room and comes towards my bed and takes my hand.

He tells me that I was the one he was looking for all his life. I stare at him and tell him I'm dying, his name is Tam.

Then, I feel the last thread of life slip through my fingers. "I love you...Tam." His name is a whisper on my lips. My last memory is of him falling to pieces over me and whispering, "I love you...Emily."

I found someone to live for, but it was already too late. But those 5 minutes were the happiest minutes of my life and allowed me to rest in peace.

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